My son A Fei has the appearance of a sword master

Chapter 143: With the honor of being a swordsman, I swear to serve Grand Duke Li Tianxin of the Ming Dynasty as my master.

Although the way Li Tianxin and others appeared deeply shocked the Portuguese, they obviously did not intend to kill them without mercy.

The Portuguese swordsmen, led by Paul, drew out their swords one after another, including one-handed Western stabbing swords and two-handed cross swords.

After all the swordsmen drew their swords, fighting energy immediately poured into the swords crazily, and then they all jumped up and killed the three men and seven women in the air.

They didn't all jump up, they just attacked each other two to one.

However, what happened in the next moment broke their last bit of luck.

Facing the Portuguese swordsmen rushing towards them, Li Tianxin and others only did one thing.

Raise your sword and swing it horizontally.

Panda'er, who was not holding a sword, clapped his palms at the two people who were coming towards him.

"Shua...bang bang bang..."

The invisible and qualitative sword energy distorted the air.

The Portuguese could clearly see that the guys were still four or five meters away from each other. An invisible wave flashed in the space between the two sides, and they flew back, spraying blood, and fell into the sea. The sea immediately turned bright red.

When they flew back, the swords in their hands all shattered.

The first mate said in shock: "Great swordsman, ten great swordsmen."

In the perception of Portuguese swordsmen, only when the strength reaches the level of a swordsman can one unleash their fighting spirit.

The 20 people who jumped up were all great swordsmen. Facing the swordsman's fighting spirit blades, they could withstand several waves without being killed instantly.

But the current situation is that they can't even catch the opponent's fighting spirit blade, and even the sword is shattered. Obviously, the opponent cannot be just a swordsman.

Paul's throat was dry and he said solemnly: "I'm afraid it's not the great swordsman, maybe ten sword masters, or even... more than that."

"..."

As a great swordsman himself, he could best feel the terror of the opponent's fighting spirit blades just now. He and the opponent were not at the same level at all.

Where did this terrifying fleet come from?There were actually ten sword masters.

There may even be more than just sword masters, because even sword gods cannot fly with their bodies. Only some magicians can fly with the help of magic devices.

Maybe these people belong to some existence that he cannot understand.

He didn't regret his choice much, because regret is the most useless thing in the world.

What he did was what he did. Hitting the iron plate was just bad luck and had nothing to do with his choice.

He believed that no navigator could remain indifferent when seeing these giant ships.

Generally speaking, when encountering other fleets at sea, the normal situation is to contact and communicate first, test each other, and then decide whether to turn over and annex them, or go their own way after they have a good idea.

But he didn't expect that the other party would be so domineering. He wouldn't enter the communication and testing phase at all, and would strike with thunderous force.

But think about it, if they had such strength, they might be more domineering than the other party.

They don't even know how to play flags. If they like what the other party has, they will just grab it. If they don't like it, they will decide based on their mood whether to kill the other party or live in peace.

This was the way the colonists thought and acted.

"bang bang bang bang..."

When the remaining Portuguese swordsmen heard his words, without any hesitation, they threw their swords into the sampan one by one and knelt down with their hands raised in the air.

As the only party with the highest strength is the Sword Master, there is no shame in surrendering to the Sword Master.

Only Paul did not do this, because he was a great swordsman and others could surrender, but the great swordsman's pride did not allow him to do so.

When Li Tianxin and others saw that the other party was kneeling so simply, they felt a little embarrassed to kill him.

Landing dozens of meters away in front of the opponent's sampan, they stepped on the sea as if they were standing on flat ground, and dozens of sampans from the opposite side were still heading this way.

The Yongquan point on the soles of Li Tianxin's feet spurted out a stream of extremely cold true energy. With him as the center, a thick layer of ice formed on the sea surface and spread towards the sampans.

"Kakkaka..."

Looking at the ice spreading towards them, the pupils of the Portuguese people suddenly shrank.

There was an Ice Sword Master in the German Holy Roman Empire. He went to the northern ice fields to practice hard for 20 years, and finally developed an extremely cold ice fighting spirit.

But his ice fighting spirit can freeze a tank of water into ice at most, and can freeze people into ice sculptures.

But they couldn't understand the other party's method of creating an ice cap directly on the sea that looked like a northern ice sheet. This was not something humans could do.

Five treasure warships have stopped, dozens of meters away behind Li Tianxin and the others.

However, the Portuguese sampan did not stop and slid directly onto the ice cap according to its inertia.

The ice cap created by Li Tianxin at this time was the size of three acres of land, which was nearly two thousand square meters, and was more than three meters thick. It would be no problem for hundreds of people to stand on it.

But after creating these ice caps, the real energy he output was sucked back by the real energy vortex in his body without any loss.

Li Tianxin said to Shen Lang: "Brother-in-law, please go and bring Brother Chen down if you can."

Shen Lang nodded, flew up lightly, and swept towards the treasure ship.

In the eyes of the Portuguese, this scene further confirmed the fact that they could fly physically.

Because Shen Lang didn't make any gestures when he flew up. He didn't even slightly bend his legs or push off the ground to take off. He just took off on the spot.

Brother Chen in Li Tianxin's name is Chen Hang, who specializes in the French language and is proficient in Portuguese and Spanish.

Because Portugal and Spain in this era were both called Francois by the Ming Dynasty.

The two countries themselves are neighboring countries, coexisting on the Iberian Peninsula.

When more than a dozen sampans rushed onto the ice cap, Li Tianxin raised his left hand and hooked them.

The thirty or so Portuguese who surrendered looked at Paul and the first mate, sighed secretly, and then walked off the ship with their hands raised.

The first mate did not surrender with them because he was Paul's best brother and the two were close friends in life and death.

When the group of people reached ten meters in front of them, Li Tianxin raised his hand to signal them to stop, and then waved his palm to the side.

Even if there is a language barrier, the gestures are universal and anyone can understand them.

Therefore, the surrendered Portuguese walked aside so that Paul and the first mate, who had also stepped off the sampan but still held swords in their hands, could face Li Tianxin and his party.

Soon, Shen Lang flew down holding Chen Hang's arm.

Looking at the Portuguese who surrendered, Chen Hang was very excited.

Originally, when he came out this time, he just followed the team to gain credit and came out to gain experience.

After all, they won't pass through Fo Langji's territory, so most of what he has learned will be of no use.But what he didn't expect was that the fleet would encounter the Folan fleet on the way, and there would be a conflict. Now it was finally time for him to show his face.

"Mr. Li." Chen Hang approached Li Tianxin and called out with his fists clasped.

Li Tianxin nodded to him, looked at Paul and the first mate and said, "Ask them why they don't surrender."

"Yes."

Chen Hang turned around and took a few steps forward with his head held high, and said in Portuguese to Paul and the first mate: "Why don't you surrender?"

The two were stunned when they heard this, obviously not expecting that the other party could actually speak the language of their own country.

Paul quickly came to his senses and replied calmly: "I am a great swordsman. The glory of the great swordsman does not allow me to surrender, even if you are sword masters. This is my brother. We will live and die together." .”

Chen Hang turned sideways and translated his words to Li Tianxin.

"Great Sword Master? Sword Master? Interesting."

Li Tianxin couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth as he listened to the delineation of realms in this Western fantasy novel.

So he said to Chen Hang: "Tell him what my title is in the Ming Dynasty."

Chen Hang said to Paul: "Do you know who is standing in front of you?"

Paul said: "I was just about to ask for advice."

Chen Hang said proudly: "This is our Eastern Ming Dynasty's best master in the world, Grand Duke Li Tianxin, who is known as the 'Sword God'."

Hearing the word "Sword God", Paul was immediately relieved.

As he expected, the opponent was not just a sword master, but only a sword god with such terrifying combat power.

But what he didn't know was that the sword god he understood was completely different from the sword god Li Tianxin.

The sword gods in European countries are just a kind of realm division, but the sword god Li Tianxin is the real god of swords in the eyes of the Ming Dynasty.

Although Paul knew that Li Tianxin was the sword god, he still had a question. He looked at Shen Lang and others and asked, "What about these people? Are they also sword gods?"

Chen Hang said inexplicably: "In my Ming Dynasty, there is only one sword god, Grand Duke Li. Although these guys are also proficient in martial arts, their titles are not sword gods. I'm sorry, I don't know how to translate their titles to you."

Paul was confused. Seeing this, Panda asked curiously: "Brother Chen, what are you talking about?"

Chen Hang quickly turned around and explained: "He asked me if you were also sword gods. I said no, and I didn't know how to translate your title."

Li Tian understood clearly and explained: "In the West, Sword God is a state, not a title."

"Western swordsmen call themselves swordsmen, and their realms are roughly divided into apprentice swordsman, junior swordsman, intermediate swordsman, senior swordsman, great swordsman, sword master, great sword master, sword master, and sword god."

"Each realm has clear characteristics. After being able to achieve something, it is deemed that the other person has reached this realm, such as armor-breaking geometry."

"Generally speaking, when you reach the level of a swordsman, you can release your inner strength. Of course, they call it fighting spirit, which is fighting spirit."

"Those who jumped up to attack you before couldn't release their fighting spirit, but they could condense their fighting spirit on their swords. They were probably great swordsmen."

After listening to Li Tianxin's explanation, everyone suddenly realized.

Then I heard Li Tianxin say to Paul: "Although their title is not Sword God, their martial arts are at the same level as mine. According to your understanding, they are also at the level of Sword God."

"But our country does not divide the realm according to your way. Anyone here can easily torture your sword god to death."

Chen Hang immediately translated to Paul, which made Paul and the first officer's pupils shrink again.

Although they didn't know the boundaries of the Eastern Land Ming Dynasty, they understood what Li Tianxin said next.

His feeling was correct. Each of these ten people had more strength than a sword master.

At this time, he became infinitely curious about that country in the east.

He really wanted to see what kind of country it was that could actually produce so many peerless masters who were at the Sword God level or even beyond the Sword God level.

Li Tianxin said calmly: "That's enough gossip. What are your plans now, surrender, or fight with us?"

After listening to Chen Hang's translation, Paul's eyes narrowed and he made an instant decision in his heart.

He said seriously to Li Tianxin: "Dear Lord Sword God, Europeans worship the strong, and we are willing to be your servants and serve you."

"But I don't know if we have the honor to see the strength of the Eastern Sword God."

After Chen Hang translated, Li Tianxin felt something in his heart.

In the future, if he wants to conquer the Western countries, he can't really kill them all and wipe out the Westerners.

If there are a group of Western followers, things will be much easier to handle. When the time comes, letting these people assist the commander in chief will save a lot of trouble.

Thinking of this, Li Tianxin said to him: "I can fulfill your wish, but you have to think about one thing. Once you decide to follow me, you will never have the chance to regret it."

"If you betray me in the future, not only will you die, but your family and even the country will face catastrophe."

"You have seen our force and weapons with your own eyes. These five giant ships are just the most ordinary warships in our country."

"I think you should understand that we have the strength to destroy the Kingdom of Portugal."

This is really not just a boast, because after the internal combustion engine is built and oil is mined, the advent of the ironclad ship will be a natural and logical next step.

When it completely enters the electrical age, there will be no need for Li Tianxin to push it. Ming Dynasty will naturally advance into the digital age, then enter the information age, and achieve pre-nuclear civilization.

In Li Tianxin's previous life, when the world developed naturally, it only took less than 300 years to complete the transition from the Industrial Revolution to the Information Age.

With his push in this life, maybe it will take less time to get to that point.

After listening to Li Tianxin's words, Paul didn't hesitate at all and immediately returned the sword and sheathed it.

He and the first mate looked at each other, and they walked side by side in front of Li Tianxin, knelt on one knee, and clenched his right hand into a fist and knocked it on his left shoulder.

"I, Paul Auclair, swear by the honor of a swordsman that I will voluntarily serve Li Tianxin, the Grand Duke of the Ming Dynasty, as my master. I will never betray you until my death."

The first mate continued: "I, Daniel Vanek, swear by the honor of the swordsman..."

The surrendered Portuguese swordsmen next to them also knelt on one knee and swore an oath.

After everyone swore, they did not stand up, but looked up at Li Tianxin. Li Tianxin knew a little about the Western loyalty ceremony.

He immediately stepped forward, stretched out his long sword, and tapped Paul and Daniel's shoulders respectively, indicating that he accepted their allegiance.

Li Tianxin didn't find it troublesome, and more than thirty people passed by one by one.

Because without going through this ceremony, the master-servant contract between the two parties will not be effective.

Westerners in this era still pay more attention to the spirit of contract. Once a contract is made, it will definitely be implemented.

Unlike later generations, the contract has become a piece of waste paper that is observed when needed and torn up when not needed.

(End of this chapter)